Gules

Huginn: Armed gules — that description has always sent a thrill down my pinion-feathers.

Muninn: Nature, red in tooth and claw. But gules is more, gules is passion and courage and the valour of blood.

H: I saw Gules, three lions passant guardant Or.

M: I think that would be England; why are you looking at all those shields?

H: I fly over Windsor these days, watching and waiting for the old knights to die.

M: Better you wait for Arthur. Old knights don't die; they just fade away. Like their banners.